Why does your right to hate
Outweigh my right to love
Like you prefer gloves
So I can't wear mittens
Your need to fit in
Quickens my sand
Your stand, is a sinking sensation
Your situation
Should not affect me
Your fantasy
Is really just that
Until there are facts
Let's just call it fiction
A twisted description
The epic tradition
Of judgment's repugnant
And not the depiction
Of a good christan's
Mission statement
And the strategic replacement
Of pedophile preists
Is also the least of the sheeps many worries
Their eyes too blurry
Crying about sanctity
They should be thankfully
Handing out praise
Gays guys raise a straight guys flag
They basically brag for you
Making your two
Look like an eight
Its great
Why would their plate
Effect your diet
Try it, if you think it does
If you think because
Someone is gay
Your marriage now sucks
You might want to play
A little more safe
In the way you condemn
Them, may live in your mirror
Projecting your fear toward
Your secret desire
You're simply a liar
Who's fire runs deep
You only compete with yourself
Your stealth is seen on radar
Gaydar, is usually true
Which is why through and though
If you don't like dudes
They refuse to persue...you're safe
You should see my face as I say that
I feel like Pat Sajak
As I watch the wheel spin
So sick of the play back
Saying love is a sin
To me its a win
I wish I was gay
Two morning woods
To begin everyday
No one to say
I'm not in the mood
No see you next Tuesdays
A couple of dudes
Just watching the tube
With no chance for kids
Agreeing on food
Respecting "dibs"
Someone that gives
From the perspective
They know how it works
Not jerking their best if
Gay was reflective
Of which way we wanted
To swing then the skeptics
Refusing to flaunt it
Might not be so haunted
By lack of control
Denying their jaundice
Makes them yellow
Those yelling for hell throw
Stones in glass houses
Telling their tell so
Their win's never counted
But those who have mounted
The greatest attack
Are really just shouting
Out something they lack
Its like saying thatvblack
Or white skin's a choice
The stupidity smacks
With an ignorant voice
If you like to kiss boys
That's not amazing
Its only white noise
Its really the same thing
It should be like saying
Nothing at all
It matters like playing
Catch with a ball
With your dad in the fall
Its important to you
You make the call
Of who you put though
Telling that to
Like your boring stories
Your sex life is moot
Cute, but no glory
Or feelings of poor me
Should ever be present
Even if whoring
Your only repentance
Should be what is spent if
It costs you your value
You're forever indebted
If only you fail to
Believe you should sail though
Whatever sea beckons
Stuck in the mail room
Full of regrets and
All kinds of lessons
For anyone who
Pretends you impress them
Letting you spew
Out all of the you
You could have been
Back when you were cool
Way back when....

If you think that gay is a choice
You prolly just dont answer the voice
Thats in your head so loud its a noise
Screaming you're a boy who likes boys

Or maybe you're a girl who likes girls
Chocolate, vanilla or swirl
Whatever dirty makes your toes curl
You'll never see the curve in the world.